Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags

"It's over, it's over! I'll just say it, it will definitely be Van Bell wins in the end!"

Luan City City Lord's Mansion, the top attic.

The fireworks have disappeared, and the night has returned to the silence of the past. The ever-bright light and the moon climbed up the eaves of the windows, and quietly flowed into the beautifully decorated Qiong Building, illuminating the faces of the elders of the martial arts present.

Tian Xianzi clapped his hands and cheered, smiling like a silly kid who finally got his pocket money, and gently clicked on the table with his knuckles: "Come on, I hope you lose in the gambling, and if you guess wrong, put the spirit stone on the table!"

Although Maya kept showing her face coldly, she actually gave face to her junior and disciples. As soon as she put her right hand on the jade table, a lot of spiritual stones were dropped.

He is a true Jianxin Tiancheng, devoted himself to Kendo, so he firmly believes that money is just something outside of the body, and he almost never uses money on weekdays. Once he spends money, he doesn't feel distressed like drinking water.

"I put these Le Xiu together, isn't it bad?"

Ji Yunkai, as the head of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, naturally has the right to release. After watching a good show at the moment, my little arms and legs are shaking with excitement: "I know that Lexiu is not easy, talent!"

The paramount master was quite dissatisfied: "Musical instruments are the half-life of Yinxiu, where can it be used to beat people? If it is so violent, it is better to be a sword repairer."

Tian Xianzi and Ji Yun said in unison: "Thank you for your praise!"

... Actually, I didn't mean to praise your sword repairers.

"I thought Suona would be the leader."

Seeing my disciple being hammered, He Xiaochen, the head of Luming Mountain, sighed: "You don't know, originally, I and several elders in the school love to go for a walk on the top of the hill where Lexiu is the most beautiful. Cultivate your sentiment. Until this girl turned out to be born, my dear, the teacher had no avail, and those pianos and flutes were all taken out of tune by her alone."

The more he talked, the more he admired: "Since then, that mountain has been a large-scale ensemble headed by Suona every day. When a foreign visitor came back, I was shocked when I heard the sound, and tremblingly asked me whether Luuming Mountain was dead. For whom can the funeral team have such a big battle."

"Only the little friend who played the flute was so pitiful. Later, he looked like he had seen a ghost."

Grand Elder Haoran couldn't bear to look straight, and sighed: "Head Ji, forcing a normal person into the melee, you don't have to be so murderous."

"Not for the coexistence of pluralism."

Ji Yun laughed and laughed. The child’s eyes were like two round black pearls, glowing thin and bright under the light: "Don’t the elders also picked out a few notorious opponents, did they deliberately put them together? ?"

Tian Xianzi immediately became interested when he heard the words: "Yes, yes! How are the people playing? Have I won the bet?"

*

The elders watched the theater with great joy, and it was different from the atmosphere of laughter in the attic, and it was much quieter and depressing in the trial secret realm.

At least Ningning is like this here.

The monk pulled Zhong Chu out of a mace, and when both a man and a woman were knocked out, he searched for tokens from the two of them. There was no conscious of intimacy between men and women.

Even after searching impatiently, she directly grabbed the Tsing Yi woman's ankle and hung upside down, shook it desperately like a sieve, until the token was shaken out.

This is no longer the level of "don't understand pity, fragrant and cherish jade", it is simply cruel and terrible.

After the token was picked up by the monk, the two Le Xiu were forcibly removed from the secret realm. It was clearly a movie of four people. In the end, only the one holding the Zhong Chu had his name.

Ning Ning watched a good show enthusiastically, but at this time he didn't have much thoughts about the mantis catching the cicada and the oriole.

Not to mention that she has always adhered to the principle of "no one offends me, I do not offend others". Just looking at the monk's moves to repel his opponent, she must have a high level of cultivation.

She doesn't like to use brute force to fight each other. If every time she meets someone, she has to fight for the token, it is estimated that it will soon become a riddled with human sandbags.

Ning Ning yawned quietly. She wanted to wait for the monk to leave here after he left. He didn't expect that the brain door that was as smooth as a marinated egg flashed not far away, and his voice came from the wind: "How long does the donor want to see?"

Ningning was slightly stunned.

It is said that Le Xiu's five senses are sensitive, and it seems to be true. Even if she deliberately hides her breath, she still can't escape the other's perception.

"The little master is really amazing."

She flashed out of the shadow of the tree, perhaps she was gradually cultivated by the teacher's cheeky, and she did not have too much embarrassment after being discovered: "Take the Sanskrit as a pleasure, I still saw it for the first time-I am Ning Ning of the Xuanxu Sword School."

The young monk looked at her roughly, and finally said quietly: "Ning the donor, long-term support."

Seeing that the other party showed a somewhat surprised look, he added with a sullen face: "The little monk has a clear and clean title. He has always been in good relationship with Junior Brother Mingkong. He once mentioned you to me."

It turned out to be Mingkong's friend.

First, Mingkong, who had full defense skills because he was afraid of pain, now came another Mingjing who used Zhongchu as a big stick, gathering people in groups, and she didn't know how many surprises there were in the Fanyin Temple that she didn't know.

Ningning saw that he had a gentle expression and didn't have any intention to start a fight, so he relaxed and continued: "I passed by here by accident, and was attracted by everyone's fighting methods, so I stopped and watched. I didn't have the idea of ​​vying for tokens."

Nodding cleanly: "The monks take compassion as their arms, and the little monks have no intention of fighting."

This sentence itself is not a problem, but coming out of the mouth of a big guy who just stunned the two with a pestle, it seemed a bit weird.

Ningning glanced at the Brahma Bell that was flying by him, and then remembered the scene of a man and a woman ascending to heaven and landing together, and her chest ached.

I am afraid that the two disciples would not have dreamed that the funeral song of the ensemble did not blow to death, but instead sent them away.

"What's more, a disciple of your school was kind to me. Even if it was to repay his kindness, the little monk would not easily act on the Xuanxu school."

Mingjing did not smile when she spoke, and her tone was as light as boiled water, but Ningning was still aroused, and took the opportunity to answer: "Well?"

"Back then, I left the Fanyin Temple and went out to practice. On the way, I encountered several demon cultivators who blocked the road and robbed them. With the power of one person, they were not their opponents at all."

The clear, water-like eyes were slightly squinted, and when they fell into the memory, the pupils seemed to be covered with a vague fog: "Thanks to that mysterious disciple who rescued most of the robbers and solved most of the robbers, it helped me escape."

He curled his lips as he said: "His name is He Zhizhou. I heard that he is familiar with Master Ning Shi."

Listening to his description, Ning Ning subconsciously sketched the image of a chivalrous, brave, and highly cultivated young swordsman. At this moment, he was caught off guard in the face of He Zhizhou...

Sorry, she can only think of a weird head caught on a flying boat.

"He Zhizhou?" Ningning couldn't hide the astonishment in her tone, "Is he so powerful?"

"Yes."

Bright and Jing looked into the distance thoughtfully, with a deep tone: "The group of demon cultivators beat him 70%, and 30% beat me. If most of the attention was not on him, I would not be able to escape from the chaos."

Ningning:...

The result was that you two were besieged together, and you guy just ran away! Is this worthy of He Zhizhou, who is brave enough to help you? Hello!

It's still miserable for He Zhizhou.

Ning Ning pulled this very serious and reliable monk into the danger list in his heart.

"Since you and I have no intention of fighting, the little monk will leave first."

Ming Jing bowed her hands together, her voice still gentle: "The donor takes care."

Ningning nodded: "Goodbye, Master Mingjing."

She didn't have any grudges or entanglements with Mingjing, so she said goodbye very neatly. After parting ways, only Ningning was left around.

The four Yinxiu had just made such a big movement, but no one else was attracted to her except her. Presumably the forest was sparsely populated, and the other disciples were scattered and sent to other places.

Ningning walked forward aimlessly while looking at the scene in the forest.

The woods seemed to be immersed in the yin music before, and the night grew slowly like sea fog, slowly spreading like a ball of ink on rice paper, with wisps of cold air. There were a few faint birdsongs from not far away, without the brisk and agility that birds should have, they were so stern and wailing.

As for the front, there is endless darkness, the slanted shadows of the branches resemble the knuckles of sprites, and a person's head paled by fluorescent light floats in the air——

and so on.

How come there are floating human heads in the woods?

Ning Ning was so startled that she was stiff, and finally let out a sigh of relief when she could barely see the scene not far away.

It turned out that it was not a floating human head, but Pei Ji in black.

In this way, in the original book, the male protagonist is indeed the first to appear in an unknown jungle.

His clothes blended with the night, but his skin was extremely eye-catching cold white. He was photographed by the wanton growing mushrooms in the woods. His whole face was like a walking lantern, glowing white in the true sense.

Pei Ji didn't expect to meet her here, and was stunned when his eyes met.

"Little Junior Brother!"

Ningning didn't have as many worries as he did, and ran forward all the way: "It's a coincidence, why are you here?"

When he got close, he realized that there were a few **** scratches on his face. It seemed that he had just experienced a fight.

"I heard a few bells ringing and came along with the spiritual energy." Pei Ji glanced her up and down, her voice was a little dumb, "Are you hurt?"

Ningning shook her head quickly: "No no! I didn't fight with them."

After speaking, he paused for a moment, took out a box of ointment from the storage bag and handed it to him: "Obviously you are injured, so I don't have to deal with it properly-did you fight with others?"

"Little things."

Pei Ji stretched out his hand to take it, waited for a brief thank you, and listened to Ning Ning: "Since we have encountered it, why don't we two act together? The trial secret is extremely dangerous, and there is a photo between the same door."

If in the past, when facing other people, Pei Ji would definitely refuse without hesitation.

He has grown accustomed to being alone, and if there are others around, he will only feel bored for no reason. But at this time, he somehow hesitated. He raised his eyes to see Ning Ning's straight gaze, and his heart beat uncontrollably.

This feeling is unpredictable and difficult to control, and Pei Ji doesn't like it.

But he still looked away for an unprecedented time and nodded lightly.

*

The two had been walking in Luan City for a whole day, and when they were on duty, it was when they were most tired and tired.

Pei Ji's experience of survival in the wild is obviously much richer than Ningning. It didn't take long to stop and walk, and she took her to find a cave where she could rest.

The cave is very small, like a recessed recess in the mountain wall, it can hold less than six people at most.

Vines grow on the stone walls, dyeing the jagged stones with a vibrant emerald color. Several ling mushrooms grow in the corner, like a small table lamp with a unique shape, emitting a steady stream of bright white soft light.

It's just that the light is too dim, and it looks faint and faint in the dark velvet night. Strands of thin light mixed with sparse shadows, like the dark tide swaying with the waves in the deep sea, lightly blown by the night wind, they become scattered waves of floating flowers, dyeing the entire cave with quiet light gray.

Especially the surroundings are silent, and the cave is extremely narrow and cramped. In the quiet and soft midnight, it is inevitable that there will be some unspeakable ambiguity.

The word "ambiguous" is very annoying.

In order to facilitate life in the wild, monks often have one or two beddings in their storage bags. Because the cave is narrow, the distance between them is not too big, only about one person apart.

Ningning still fell asleep in the same place as a boy of the same age for the first time. She always felt a little embarrassed when she thought about it, and felt something wrong when she lay on her back.

But she is a senior sister after all, so she can't show her timidity at this moment, she can only turn her back pretending to be calm and flatten her voice: "I'm asleep."

Behind him came a clear and clean youthful voice: "Yeah."

As a result, the surrounding sounds gradually faded like a tide, leaving only the faint light that filled the cave.

In the summer night, with a continuous heat, like a little spark falling in the heart, Pei Ji lay flat on the thin quilt without saying a word, and was a little dry.

Because of the experience of being locked in the cellar by his mother as a child, he has always felt aversion and resistance to darkness.

When I was a child, once I was alone in a narrow space where I could not see my fingers, I would tremble with fear; when I grew up, my condition improved a bit, but I didn't like the dark environment.

Fortunately, there are spirit mushrooms in the cave to make him feel more at ease.

A few strands of black hair fell on the juvenile's delicate eyebrows. Perhaps it was the dryness unique to summer that made him upset. Pei Ji frowned and turned his head slightly without warning.

His movements were silent, and even his breath was hidden in the night. As far as he could see, there was a slender girl's back.

He had never looked at Ning Ning so carefully, and finally had the courage to take a look, only when she turned her back to him.

After being freshened in the inn, the girl carried the elegant fragrance of gardenia. The blue silk stretches down, like pure black ink, fainting, covering the slender neck and back, revealing only the light purple tulle.

It looks small, like a willow branch that can be broken with a little effort.

... So she is like this?

[Ahem. ]

Cheng Ying coughed slightly: [Pei Xiaojing, quietly stealing is not a gentleman's style. ]

Pei Ji responded blankly: "I don't have one."

[...While someone is asleep, it's not okay to look at it openly, brat! ]

It has been with this kid for so many years, and has been able to figure out most of Pei Ji's thoughts, and can't help but snorted: [Why, I usually ignore people, but now I'm sneaking around? Pei Xiaoji, Pei Xiaoji, I hate you for being a root of wood. ]

"No." Pei Ji should be quick, "I just can't sleep--"

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a very slight rustling noise in his ear.

——Ning Ning, who was supposed to be asleep, suddenly turned around in an instant, a pair of apricot eyes opened completely round, and his eyes looked straight at him without any disguise.

And Pei Ji kept the posture of turning his head to look at her, facing Ning Ning's eyes.

Pei Ji's ears were suddenly red, and her breathing was stagnant:...

Chengying screamed like a crazy donkey, and forced the grid to be completely non-existent: [Pei Ji, close your eyes soon——! ]

After that, he was struggling desperately in his heart, and the voice broke: [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! Dead dead! ! ! She won't find you peeking! ! ! ]

Pei Ji was stunned for a while, and closed her eyes obediently under Ningning's gaze.

Cheng Ying:...

[Are you sent by God to torture me? ]

Cheng Ying was in tears, and there was a cry in her speech: [Hiding her ears and stealing the bell, trying to cover it up. What's the use of closing your eyes and pretending to sleep at this time, eh? Are you a fool? ]

So Pei Ji opened his eyes again with a sullen face.

One person with one sword seems to stop water, but in fact, the bottom of my heart is raging. Pei Ji only felt that the heat in the roots of the ears was getting thicker and thicker.

He has gone through countless ghost gates. He has never retreated or hesitated, but now he doesn't know why, because of an unexpected look, he is confused.

What Pei Ji didn't know was that Ning Ning's heart was actually no less flustered than him.

She couldn't fall asleep for any reason, she simply opened her eyes and counted the leaves on the vine. Later, she was so bored that she had a whim, and decided to turn her head to see how Pei Ji fell asleep.

After all, many novels say that the protagonist who has always been gloomy will appear extraordinarily harmless after falling asleep. She can't imagine Pei Ji obediently closing her eyes, so she intends to see it with her own eyes.

This is really just a sudden and careful thought. Why did you think that Pei Ji didn't fall asleep at all. As soon as she turned around, she met his dark eyes——

Help! Isn't this just being caught for doing bad things!

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while.

Both felt that their peeking was discovered by the other on the spot, and they hurriedly shifted their sights after a brief intersecting.

Ning Ning stared at a small stone on the ground, seizing the opportunity: "Those spirit mushrooms are so dazzling that I can't sleep."

Immediately he coughed solemnly, and said the most hesitant words in the stiffest tone: "You, you...you were awakened by me?"

Pei Ji lay flat this time, looking straight at the top of the cave, her bright red ears covered by ink hair: "It's okay, I didn't fall asleep either."

As soon as the first three words came out, it was clear that he wanted to throw away the things he was peeking. The reason why he turned his head was because he heard Ningning turning over.

Chengying has mixed feelings: [Tsk, deceive the ignorant girl, it's ruthless and scheming. ]

"You can't sleep either?"

Ningning saw that he was cold and not caring, and the stone hanging in his heart finally slowly fell to the ground. After thinking about it for a while, Ningning said, "How about we talk?"

She finally saw Pei Ji clearly this time.

The night is like ink, a little outline of the young boy's slender eye tails, tall nose and soft black hair around his ears, while his lips are rose-like colors, drawn down thin arcs.

The austere youthfulness still carries the childishness that is not deeply involved in the world, but the cold hostility in the eyes has washed it away to a large extent; somehow the end of the eyes has a layer of crimson, which makes the tearful mole out of the tenderness. color.

Ningning never hesitated to praise, Pei Ji is indeed pretty.

"The injuries you suffered before," she put one hand under her face, and when she raised her eyes to look at him, she could smell the fresh rosin all over her body, "are all healed now?"

Pei Ji said "um".

He is not good at words, but he also knows that a simple "um" will definitely lead to a cold spot, so he added jerkily: "Thank you for the Yinshan ghost beads and wound medicine that senior sister gave me."

After all, Ningning was just a simple-minded girl. At this moment, she was thanked in person, and a little embarrassed, she looked away from his face: "It's all things outside of the body, just...nothing to thank."

Thinking of Yinshan Ghost Orb, he hurriedly said, "Does the devilish energy in your body still break out?"

Pei Ji hesitated to answer: "Occasionally, it will not hurt the senior sister."

"do not underestimate me!"

She widened her eyes unconvincedly: "Even if your devilish energy strikes, I won't be hurt by you. I am not worried about this, but obviously—"

She was suddenly discouraged in the middle of speaking, seeming to hesitate to say the next sentence.

Cheng Ying understood the meaning of this passage and laughed constantly in her heart, sometimes making donkeys and sometimes cocking.

Pei Ji frowned slightly and looked sideways at her puzzled.

"That's right," Ning Ning touched the tip of her nose, and her voice became quiet several times, "Isn't it uncomfortable for a devilish attack? It would be great if it can relieve some pain."

She was actually worried about him.

Since the war between immortals and demons, the demons have become the rats crossing the street. As the remnant of the demon repairer, with dirty blood dripping from his body, he has long been accustomed to others' cold-eyed and deliberately squeezed out. Now, hearing Ningning say these words, he has no way of adapting, almost at a loss.

Pei Ji pursed her lips in silence, and her heart felt like being swept by a hairy tail, causing an inexplicable itch out of thin air.

This was also a very strange feeling, but unexpectedly, he didn't dislike it much.

Chengying was already full of maternal brilliance, wandering freely in the sea of ​​his knowledge alone, making hen-like giggles from time to time.

Ning Ning is a talkative, and she can talk about it most of the night when she gets interested, and get gossip from the master's school from Jianxin training. In the end, she even pulls out her previous things and tells him with her face under her head:

"I had a very serious illness before. I couldn't get out of bed and walk around, and I could die at any time. During that time, I couldn't do anything at home. I could only lie in bed and read a book or talk to my family. Play with it."

After a pause, he said: "Baobo is a rabbit raised in my house. It's white and fat. It's very cute-have you ever raised a pet?"

Pei Ji nodded: "I also adopted a rabbit, but it died three days later."

Ningning was stunned for a moment: "I'm sorry, I don't know... you must be very sad then."

"Nothing."

Pei Ji calmly comforted her: "Rabbit barbecue is very fragrant."

——So you ate it! This is not called "adoption" at all, it's purely taking people as ingredients, okay!

Ningning was choked by him, secretly telling the talent. Later, I talked a lot more faintly, and as my sleepiness grew thicker, the topic gradually became unconstrained.

For example, "The little shark fell in love with the prince, but was turned down because of the fish head," and "the feasibility of using a lightning rod to survive the catastrophe."

Later it became: "Why don't you use the hair band I bought for you? Don't you like it?"

Pei Ji was silent for a while, then whispered to her: "No."

On the contrary, it is because it is too cherished that it is reluctant to use it. He hit a lot of kills, and didn't want to let the cloud brocade be stained with blood and stain its appearance.

But he will certainly not say this to his face.

Ningning was tired of talking, so she went to sleep in a daze, muttering, "Good night, Pei Ji."

Her voice was full of tiredness, and it fell softly on the eardrums, with a little coquettish meaning: "Good night to each other is a custom in my hometown, and it means wishing you... a good dream tonight."

The black-clothed and black-haired young man cast his eyes down at her quietly sleeping appearance, and outlined Ning Ning's bright and well-behaved eyebrows with a thin light. After a while, a muffled low smile came from his chest.

He moved very lightly, got up and took out a piece of clothing from the storage bag, raised his hand to toss it, and let it fall on the fluorescent mushroom.

So there was no light that disturbed her sleep anymore, only the twilight was in harmony, and the gentle tide gradually rose, drowning her eyes.

In the silent night there was a clear and clear youth voice, which was deliberately suppressed very low, I wonder if Ning Ning heard it.

Pei Ji's voice was jerky but soft, and said to her softly, "Good night."

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